Loe Pesci - Space Jam Monsters lyrics

Verse 1 (Borden) Hundred , ayo I rolled it up perfectly Put it in the air, bad b**h burning purp with me Shoutout to the dope boys, probably got work from me 27.9 did that sh** purposely Tryin' to get my money straight Starvin in these streets, got a tummy ache Still stuntin', Jordan Bugs Bunny 8's Looka here nothing fake, I was sellin food on the block Had the fiends like "fix me up another plate" See me, I'm on the grind while you online Burn a dime, we gon make it thru the hard times Spillin liquor for all my homies that pa**ed away Tryin' to get rich off white girl; Anne Hathaway Cashius Clay to the rap game... I don't really want rap fame, I just want stacks, mayne Gettin' high till I pa** out And dream about walking out the bank, million dollar cash out Verse 2 (Loe Pesci) Church... you ain't livin' right like a christian dyke Used to swing blades on the swings as a little tyke Swing my blade in the spring , when the wind is nice Big surprise we springin' like ballistic knives You been advised, dont stress that work you carry Attract attention you bet thats burden scary Kick it with runners, set backs and hurdles vary Knife in your boot, spetznaz mercenaries We play for keeps, yall just play the beat Custom Hare Jordans blades poppin' out like the KGB Got her ear, then I got her rear Spot her with you, bet she rather dip with me like I'm a chocolatier In Egypt with lamas, like where my shawarma dear? Sudanese broad made sushi with the ostrich ear Ma**age sk**s over A-Cla** armor She s** it out a player like a Space Jam monster Verse 3 (CeasRock) What we say last longer, like the latex on us f** that safe s**, aids test, way pa**ed goner In a grape vest, suede crest, stay fresh mama Long awaited, rated, A plus On a scale from one to ten, I am wondering Where the f** you been? We out chair, running out of place to sit It's that Real Life, AGL, why you so bashfull? Rather move music persuing lucrative avenues I'mma do what I have to do though Hail Ceaser, nail beaver, sell reefer Tell Jesus, I'm in hell preachin relating to foul creatures How come you can't reach em, had the same teachers? Mad poetic get the point across Atheltic don't enjoy the loss Almost didn't make the bills now I overcharge Act like I know it all, cause I know it all So I don't evolve, he's just showin' off